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FATHER
Clasp me again in your arms and steal my breath,
The sail of your chest against my lungs. Rub my stiff neck With your right hand soft as a river. Hug me the way you hugged me Last night in a dream. Ask me again, like a flute Its own echo: “When oh when Are you going to stop?” Tighten your grip on my arms. Hold me, I’m rolling down like a tear To depths that only tears can plumb. Whisper to me a distant song Of your childhood, snatches of melody Drawing a salty line from word to word. Whisper it once more, the way you whispered Last night in a dream. Give me a shaking to make me listen To words I cannot identify. Cast over me the murmured words – Nothing can stop their searing. Give me a shaking once more, the way You shook me in last night’s dream. |
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© 2007, Ariel Zinder From: The Ships of Tarshish Publisher: Carmel, Jerusalem, 2007 |
© Translation: 2009, Jennie Feldman |